We get to the hotel spa in time for our Balinese massage, and go through the necessary procedures: signing to say that you are not going to sue if anything goes wrong, and getting into a huge pair of boxer shorts. I decide to keep my own underwear on, as you never know whose oiled up arse and balls have been in them before.
It’s amazing: I have never really gone for the idea of a massage before, the thought of someone rubbing oil and pummelling me, especially my feet etc, just never really appealed. In addition, I get that awful feeling of wanting to punch someone’s head in if they keep touching or stroking me too much.
Thoroughly relaxed we head to the beach for some sundown cocktails and then dinner at the Pavilion restaurant for Thai food – again absolutely delicious – but there is a fine line between the staff being a little too attentive and actually becoming rather irritating. Still, it was a lovely way to end the holiday here in total luxury.
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